Their Siren

Chapter Four

Hannah

They had tried to sugar coat it, had tried to make it more of a job offer but I had heard their raised voices. I wasn’t going to be allowed to leave. It should terrify me, the fact that I was a real-life prisoner being held captive by two guys who were obviously crazy. All that talk about dragons, I should be terrified. But I just wasn’t. I knew what I had seen. They weren’t human that much I was pretty sure about, so I had to admit to myself that dragons were a real possibility as well.

It wasn’t the fact that they were the most handsome men I had ever met, nor was it the fact that even though they “employed” me as a step-in house keeper I had barely lifted a finger. They waited on me at every available possibility. I just felt safe with them. We had settled quickly into a comfortable routine, breakfast together every morning and then I was free to do whatever I wanted, they left me pretty much alone in the house, although one of them were always there. Hovering. They always kept me in eye shot unless I was in my room and I wouldn’t be surprised if they watched my door. but I always had a chaperone if I ventured outside. They tried to make it seem casual, even Julian attempted to be friendly.

I was a hostage. And I had no idea why.

Who would I tell that would even believe me? I wasn’t even sure I believed me.

Was this what my father had been phoning about? Had they done this with other women? I had searched the internet but found nothing to suggest they got the rocks off by kidnapping young women. There was barely any personal information at all in fact. My twins seemed to guard their privacy. I frowned, chin on my hand as I lounged on my bed. The great British summer had made it impossible to venture outside today so I had decided to spend my time alone, in my room. When had I started to think of them as my twins?

A knock on the door and I raised myself into a sitting position as Julian opened the door without an invitation. At least this time he had knocked, it had only taken a few days for him to realize that you couldn’t just walk into a woman’s room without some sort of warning. The last time I had been taking a nap and woken up to him staring at my sleeping form. I had thrown a fit.

I slammed the lid down on my laptop, it wouldn’t do any good at all for them to realize I was searching out information of them and crossed my legs, as usual his eyes scanned my body, I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to the way they devoured my body with their eyes. “Hi Julian”

“I have something for you” He motioned a large black box, adorned with a giant white bow under his arm, the bow looked a little worse for wear having been crushed under his tattooed covered arm, but it was the smile on his face that shocked me the most. He looked so pleased with himself.

“What is it” I took the box out of his hands, setting it carefully down on the bed in front of me.

“Open it and see” Suddenly he didn’t look so c**k sure of himself, there was doubt in his eyes “I hope you like it”

My fingers were trembling as I moved aside the layers and layers tissue paper, I couldn’t help the gasp as my fingers finally touched the emerald green material it hid. With shaking fingers, I pulled out the dress.

“Oh Julian” I could help the tears that threatened to blind me as I took it all in. It was officially beautiful, a sparkling green cocktail dress that reminded of that of Jessica rabbits, just instead of red it was a deep dark emerald colour.

“I chose it myself”

I couldn’t help myself, I threw myself into his arms. My arms tightened around his neck, for a second, he went rigid and then his sigh moved the hair on my neck causing my body to erupt in goosebumps and his arms snaked about my waist. “You like it? Honestly?”

“It’s the most beautiful dress in the world, no one has ever gotten me such a gorgeous present, thank you” I wasn’t sure why he would be buying me such a dress but at that instant I didn’t really care. I reached up and pressed my lips to his cheek. “Thank you”

“You can wear it tonight”

I had expected him to move away, but he seemed unnaturally relaxed and very unlike the Julian I had gotten used to standing there with his strong arms around my waist.

“Tonight?” My voice came out as a squeak, it was one thing throwing myself at him in the heat of the moment but to be standing here, in the circle of his arms with my body pressed up against his? That was making me feel all kinds of uncomfortable, and if I was honest with myself, all kinds of turned on. His body was so hard, I could feel everything.

“We are going to a party tonight and we would like you to accompany us”

“Accompany you” I raised my chin at him defiantly. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

He laughed “There is always a choice Hannah” His fingers stroked slow circles on the small of my back. Sending a shiver of longing down to my core. “We may not like the choices offered us, but we always have a choice”

I wasn’t sure whether he was speaking to me or himself. “Julian”

“Yes”

“What are you? I know you think I know something and that’s why your keeping me here. This is a prison, its just a very beautiful prison and you and Alex are my guards, so you may as well tell me as I can’t leave anyway”

“Oh Hannah, trust me when I tell you that the less you know the better and is it really that bad? Being stuck here with us?”

No, it wasn’t that bad, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Extracting myself from his arms I turned my back. “you know you can’t keep me here, forever right?”

“I know” and his voice was sad.

Julian

My god what was wrong with me?

I had steeled myself against the human woman’s charms for days, unlike my brother who seemed to spend every waking moment with her in his sights fawning over her like a love-sick school boy. I had more control that that, or at least I told myself I did. Until she had thrown herself into my arms that was, then all my resolve had crumbled like a badly constructed wall. I hadn’t been able to help myself, my arms were around her waist pressing her against the hardness of my body, I had breathed in the smell of her skin, of the apple shampoo she had used, and everything changed.

Alex was right, I couldn’t deny the pull she had. A human. There would be no happy endings for us, one way or another we would lose her. It was like some cosmic joke, because if this was real, the pull we felt towards her could only mean one thing. That she was our mate.

A human mate to complete our Siren triad. It was unheard of. The council would never allow it even if we could somehow manage to talk her into a relationship with both of us. It wasn’t something human women were all that comfortable with in my understanding. Not that I had much experience with human women, as a rule I stayed away from them. The pheromones we secreted were too strong for them, they fell in love to hard and too fast. Hannah though? Hannah didn’t seem to feel the pull at all. She was attracted to me, I knew that. The way her n*****s had gathered under the thin material of her shirt as I held her close. I closed my eyes, no she couldn’t deny she was attracted but there had been no other signs of the craziness we usually induced in human women.

I was the one who was crazy, crazy for her. Groaning I shook my head, I had to stop this. It was impossible and then she walked into the room and my whole world stopped spinning. There was nothing but her.

She had curled all that bright red hair into soft curls that fell over pale shoulders, was it possible to be jealous of hair because at that moment I was. I wanted to be kissing those shoulders, to be touching them. To be touching her. The dress I chose hugged every single curve, glittering like scales as it caught the early evening sun. It was perfect on her. I threw a glance at Alex who was staring at her with his mouth open. Mirroring no doubt, the same dumb founded expression as my own face.

He threw a glance at me. “s**t” he mouthed it silently and I nodded. s**t was right. We were in s**t. Undoubtedly and uncontrollably in so much s**t I doubted we could ever get out of it.

“Hannah you look so beautiful” As he strode forward to take her hand in his, I felt the first pang of jealousy towards my brother I had ever known. I raised her other hand to my lips. “So beautiful” I echoed.

“I feel like a princess” She blushed, and I loved the fact her face wasn’t covered in makeup. She had accentuated and not covered her natural beauty.

“Julian” My brothers voice was unsteady, light flashed behind my closed lids. A myriad of colour exploding as the scent of the ocean enveloped all of us.

Mate.

Shit, s**t, s**t. There was no denying it now.

“I know” I whispered back.

Our Sirens had chosen, and we were well and truly screwed.